Heated Abscondment

Chapter Five

3 Days Earlier

Ada leaned against the stone railing of the balcony. Her legs still trembled now and then from the exertion of last night.

She tried to resist him and finally gave in last night. She sighed as she remembered the soul crushing o****m she had as he pounded into her. He had carried her from the shower with her legs wrapped around his hips. She had tunneled her hands in his hair and was kissing him like she needed him to survive. He dropped her on the edge of his tall bed, he stayed standing, gripped her ankles and dragged her back to him. With her ass on the edge of the bed, he sank his length back in her in one hard thrust. She had flung her head back as she gasped. He had left bruises along her thighs and hips from his fingers as he gripped her while driving them both to c****x.

She had fell asleep shortly after that, a s*x coma is more like it. Her jet lag had caught up with her along with the exertion of their hard s*x was the perfect knockout drug she needed.

A whole night’s sleep is a rare treat to her usual sleepless nights.

She woke up to the large bed alone, but he had coffee brought up and ready for her on the small table in the large room. She had gotten out of bed and padded over to his large closet and peeked in.

After all this time and the years they’ve seen each other, there were her things that have accumulated here in their own corner.

She’s still a little confused to what he expects or wants from her. She was warned and genuinely feared for her life, but why would he keep her things if he was planning on murdering her.

She reached for her favorite grey satin robe. The cheapest item amongst the whole collection.

He always rolled his eyes when she reached for it. Couldn’t understand why she didn’t wear the silk or the cashmeare robes he got for her. She just wasn’t comfortable in them, in this, while she drank coffee and stared at the trees she was comfortable.

She tied her sash, padded over to her coffee tray, picked it up and carried it to the table and chairs on the large balcony.

After she was done leaning on the railing after her few moments of thinking she reached for a cup.

She poured coffee out of the carafe, poured some cream in it, she went to spoon some sugar in, but something didn’t feel right. She scraped the spoon around in the sugar bowl, there was something in there with it. Reaching for another empty cup, she carefully poured some sugar out of the bowl into the cup. A corner of a piece of paper was exposed.

Ada pinched the paper and carefully pulled it out. She set the sugar bowl down as she straightened the paper.

It was blank.

Ada grabbed her coffee with her other hand and walked back into the room.

She went to the mantle of the fireplace and grabbed a candle and matchsticks. She carried her handfuls to the small table. She quickly struck a match and lit the candle. She held the slip of paper close to the flame. She waited a few moments, sipped her coffee while holding the paper.

She set her cup down with a clatter as she read the note.

“Baby bird, your life is in danger. You must leave immediately. Come to kitchens and find me.”

Ada held the slip of paper to the flame and let it catch fire. She walked over to the fireplace and dropped the paper. She watched as the flame engulphed it and reduced it to ash.

She blew out the candle, placed the candle and matchsticks back on the mantle. She picked up her coffee cup and stood in the balcony door as she drained her cup.

She walked back out to the coffee tray, made herself another cup, poured the sugar back in the bowl and cleaned up any evidence of pouring out the sugar.

With her second cup of coffee she walked back in the room and made quick work of getting dressed. She quickly brushed her teeth and put up her hair, but still took care so it wasn’t obvious she was in a hurry.

She left the room and quietly padded down the hall. The door to his office was open, she stood back enough that she could see through the c***k of the door. She could hear the voices of him and his second in command, Leon, talking. She could see his hands at his desk, but not his face. As she listened and watched what he was doing, she felt the blood leave her face.

He sat at his desk cleaning his gun and reassembling it.

“You brought her here last night?”

“Yes. She’s out cold. I slipped her some sleeping pills last night.”

“What’s your plan, then?”

“I’m going to make her regret screwing me over and running from me.” He enunciated the end of his sentence as he seated and pulled back on the slide of the gun. She  knew the chamber was empty, he hadn’t put the clip in it yet, but that didn’t change the sound any, of a gun being c****d.

“Do you want me to call the department of transportation?”

“Already done. I called them first thing this morning. She won’t be able to purchase a plane ticket and sneak off like she did last time. She’s staying here with me. And I’m going to make her pay.”

Holding her hand to her mouth she backed away quietly. When she got to the stairs at the other end of the hallway she quietly went down them, when she was halfway down she took off at a run. There were only two people she trusted to escape this castle. One of them had warned her the last time she was here, which was why she left in the middle of the night and hopped on an early morning flight. She couldn’t go to him, because Leon was currently in his office with him.

So she ran to the other person. The head maid. The one who left her that note.

And she was waiting for Ada in the kitchens.